Gospel
The clawing hollow
The casting shadow
Cut away the soul
In words "so long"
I've been waiting
Here still seething
Long live the liar
I cut away
I turn the page
Eviserate
They don't ever want to see
They don't ever want to be
I cut away
I turn the page
Eviserate
They don't ever want to see their fault at all
Don't push my back against the wall bitch
I've got a grip that would tell 'em off
The circumstance circumvent to break the mould
No tolerance, come again defend the throne
Don't condescend, comprehend what I behold
Deliverance come on face the wayward soul
Writer/s: Incert Coin
